Book: The glass bead game. Page 1

Each step up the ladder of positions is not a step to freedom, and connectedness. The higher the position, the more connectivity.

Undemanding and mymovieclip among us against other people and generations of people whose gaiety is not a game, not a surface, but the gravity and depth.

Everywhere fought, killed, destroyed, and each side did it with the belief that fighting for God and against the devil.

Every new beginning holds its own magic,
It help us, it is our shield.

The flower droops, youth is fleeting,
And century human level any,
Any wisdom is temporary, finite,
Any good period measured accurately.

An almost forgotten pleasure to stand in front of a stranger to books, run into them at random the hand to get some volume, gilt domanivsky you do, in the name of the author, the format or color of the gutter of the skin.

Everything was new again, mysterious, promising, everything that was once I was allowed to go, and could happen a lot. The happiness of freedom and independence was overwhelming him like a strong drink; how long he did not know this sensation, this wonderful and charming illusion.

The true identity met, after all, rarely, and every such figure was luck and a gift.

He inhaled some air into my stuffy.

The world, the whole world has to do with me and has the right to claim my involvement in his life. Because the world with his life was infinitely bigger and richer; he was full of development, full of history, full of attempts and eternally new beginnings, he was maybe chaotic, but it was home to all destinies, all UPS, all arts, all humanity, he created languages, peoples, States, cultures and see how all this dies, and he will exist then.

Times of great pain or turmoil, and in world history too, possess compelling force of necessity, they are lit in the soul a sense of aching urgency and oppressive tension. Then, as a result of the shocks, can occur something beautiful and bright, or something crazy and gloomy; in any case, what is going to happen, it will seem great, necessary and important and dramatically different from what is happening on a daily basis.

Parting always brings back memories.

All, even the most beautiful, ephemeral, as soon as it became a story, an earthly phenomenon. We know it can be sad about this, but not trying to seriously change anything, because it cannot be changed.

There are people who, paying the victims for a certain position in life, whether it be service, marriage or profession, manage those victims to fall in love with him and so to live with it that it becomes their happiness, and their satisfaction.